Blood Claws Novels & Stories

Only pain. Good. I let my claws drag over his chest, slow and deliberate. The tip of each claw traced deep, leaving behind thin lines of red. “You took something from me, Caleb,” I said, my voice low and filled with deadly intent. “Now, I take everything from you.” His lips moved, a weak attempt to speak, but no words came out. He was too weak. I didn’t hesitate. I drove my claws into his heart. His body stiffened instantly, his eyes went wide with shock. His lips trembled, his fingers twitching as though trying to grasp something, anything, to hold onto life.

Thalia’s voice—cracked, desperate—ripped through the walls of that cursed office and tore straight into my chest. My vision blurred at the edges. My breath turned sharp, ragged. A dark, primal force coiled inside me, thick and suffocating, pressing against the walls of my ribs. My fingers twitched. A sharp, searing pain lanced through my hands. Then came the tearing. Claws. My own claws. They pushed through the tips of my fingers, slicing through flesh and bone like they had been waiting for this moment all along. My breathing hitched, and a vicious growl crawled up my throat—deeper than any sound I’d ever made.

⸻ He had simply opened a door. ⸻ And now something was walking through it. ⸻ The abyss exploded. ⸻ A claw emerged. ⸻ Everyone froze. ⸻ The claw was enormous. ⸻ Covered in black crystal. ⸻ Ancient silver markings crawled across its surface. ⸻ But the markings were broken. ⸻ Corrupted. ⸻ Twisted. ⸻ Like something beautiful had rotted. ⸻ A second claw appeared.

My sharp elongated claws dripped with their disgusting thick crimson blood. I pulled out the heart of a vicious rogue coming to me, my eyes flickered to some of my warriors in a fight with the rogues as well. My claws were dripping wet. I glanced around as my warriors fought against the rogues and the only sound that filled the air was growls, howls, and screams. It was already dead in the night and the foul odor of the blood and stench of death intermixed with the night’s air.

The staircase exploded outward. Stone rained across the battlefield. A gigantic claw emerged from the darkness. It wasn't covered in fur. It wasn't covered in scales. It looked as though it had been carved from black crystal. Each claw was longer than a sword. The hand rested against the floor. The palace groaned beneath its weight. Then... Another hand appeared. Slowly... Something began pulling itself upward. Only its shoulders became visible. Then part of its head. No one could fully understand what they were seeing.

Aura’s pov The indescribable pain was cursing through my blood vessels. They said that your first shift is always hard and painful but this is way too painful then I have ever thought. The bones were arranged in a different skeleton and the skin grew furry hair on my body. When I opened my eyes, I noticed my white claws instead of hands and sharp talons instead of nails. The she-wolf, who was fighting with me earlier, shifted quickly to fight with me. I was new to this power but I knew that I could take her down. I could sense her moves and dodged them easily.

Click. The flash illuminated the grotesque scene, capturing every detail—the twisted limbs, the unnatural angle of the body, the dark, spreading blood. She adjusted her lens, focusing on the claw marks. There was something almost hypnotic about how they seemed to grow from the earth itself as if they had always been there. Click.

But that didn’t make it any easier. Pain ripped through me in waves, fire scorching my veins. My spine twisted, lengthening with a sickening crack. My ribs expanded, pressing against my lungs, forcing a guttural snarl from my throat. My fingers contorted, nails splitting, reforming into sharp claws. I clawed at the ground, but my hands—no, my paws—tore through the dirt. My jaw stretched, snapping into place with fangs aching to tear, to hunt, to own the night.

Five long blade-sharp claws stabbed into his neck. Like a knocked-over opened bottle, blood rushed out of the wounds the claws made, flowing down his torso and soaking his robe. Groaning, choking, and retching sounds poured out of him. His breath was strained and labored, inhalation getting loud in his throat. One by one, he pulled the claws out, shivering. His veins and arteries started blackening, and his eyes turned into total darkness. Collaring his neck with both hands after pulling out the claws, he dropped to his knees and then fell on his stomach.

the crazy crowd that loved the sight of blood. Suddenly, Blue Blood hit Neil in the abdomen, and he crashed heavily on the floor. Blue Blood instantly rose to his feet... I saw it again... the fangs, the inhumane golden eyes filled with bloodlust, and the claws that had replaced the nails on his fingers. He was ready to fight back with his ability. Neil was shocked—I could see the shock on his face as he crawled away from Blue Blood, who was staring at him with so much bloodlust. At the same time, Neil rose to his feet with his eyes glued on Blue Blood. I could feel his resignation to fight back as he extended his own claws again.